Mia’s POV
I stared at him, my body tense, my heart slamming against my ribs.
This had to be some kind of mistake. A trick. A lie.
But his face…
It was mine.
Not just a resemblance. Not just similar features. Identical.
I forced myself to breathe, to think. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I tried to make sense of it.
"You’re lying," I forced out, my voice uneven.
Lucas—the real one—didn’t flinch. His gaze stayed on me, steady, unreadable. "I wish I was."
A bitter laugh escaped me. "That’s impossible. I don’t have a twin."
His jaw tensed. "That’s what I thought too."
I shook my head, my stomach twisting. "No. My mother—she never—"
"She never told you," he cut in, voice firm. "She never told me either."
I swallowed hard, my thoughts a tangled mess. This can’t be true.
